When I randomly picked some items and tossed them onto the counter, half of the people in the market immediately rushed over.
This wasn't because they already knew what I was selling, but rather because all the other shops had familiar faces. It was rare for an outsider to show up, and it was obvious that he wasn't from this plane, so they naturally wanted to see what I was selling.
But when they saw what I was selling, they all sucked in a cold breath. Nobody wanted to buy anything, and only people gathered around to see what I was selling.
Scattered on the ground like garbage were a bunch of magic swords made of ice. The crystal clear bodies of the swords displayed their excellent quality materials, and the white frost around them displayed their extraordinary magic power.
In front of these magic swords, the dwarves' adamantine battle axes were nothing more than toys. And judging from how casually they were placed around, it was obvious that the seller didn't value these magic swords at all.
As for the other random items, there were fruits and vegetables that were emanating natural magic, a headless teddy bear doll, a bottle of viscous liquid, a Wooden Sword with words rubbed off, and so on. Although they seemed unremarkable, every single one of them had mystical mana fluctuations.
Whispers of discussion never stopped, but nobody could say for sure. The greatest possibility that nobody could tell was that these weren't products from this plane at all.
That wouldn't have been a big deal if that was all. There were dimensional smugglers every year, and there were professional goblins among the demons who loved to do business. There would always be plenty of good products from the mortal plane. But this time, the seller was surprisingly arrogant.
"I only accept top-level materials, Myth-ranked items, and God Equipment. Don't take out trash like dragon bones."
I'd seen arrogant people before, but I'd never seen someone this arrogant. Asking for God Equipment right off the bat? Only noobs who didn't know their limits would do such a thing. But judging from these items, they were obviously no noobs. In that case …
"These items are equivalent to God Equipment? I couldn't tell. There are even books? Such strange mana fluctuations. Are they magic books …? "
"Tsk, don't touch them. They're the third technique of [Buddha's Palm], a God Equipment martial art technique from the East. It's the personal work of the Great Demon (Bodhidharma), master Warrior Monks. Buy one, get one free. It also comes with a natural magic tome, the Sunflower Manual. After you learn it, you'll receive the legendary Druil Transformation technique — Great Transformation technique! "
[…]
Astrya felt rather helpless towards me, while I was happily peddling these pamphlets that I had been hiding for so long.
I wasn't spouting nonsense. Back then, I really treated it as a treasure, and I couldn't bear to throw it away even if I had to die. I kept it in my interspatial bag as my trump card.
Now that I knew that my System was actually Astrya, a Goddess of Creation who created an oriental martial art from another world, I knew that I had been scammed even worse this time … I would be an idiot if I didn't sell it to someone else so that I could make myself feel better.
[… It's actually the real deal. I used the Creator's special Miracle Benediction spell to exchange for the real deal. It is indeed an Eastern martial art that exists in some other plane.]
"Why can't I learn it? My Martial Skill talent should be pretty good. "
"That's because you need the Inner Canon of the Yellow Emperor and the diagram of the human meridians. Only then can you understand it. Do you think you don't need to be educated to practice martial arts? Do you think a modern person can understand those special pronouns that need to be explained by dozens of special classical books? Do you know where the Spring Surge Cave is? Where are the twelve meridians? And even if you understand all these, do you have the foundation of oriental Buddhism to learn the highest level of Buddhist martial arts? Let me tell you, the most basic requirement to understand it is to have read two thousand Buddhist scriptures and recite them.]
"Then, get me those Buddhist scriptures and related books …"
[Knowledge that can change the entire world. Give me the equivalent of one million Fate Points.]
"Then why the hell did you work so hard to create this book? Are you joking with me? What's the difference between this and those terrible mobile games that claim to have a 1% chance of winning prizes but actually have a 0% chance of winning prizes! You can only see it but not touch it! "
I remembered that when I got this book at the beginning of the month, I was overjoyed. I thought that I had finally ushered in my long-overdue main character fate and could finally try out oriental martial arts to fight against western magic. In the end, I couldn't learn a single one of those oriental martial arts. Each of their names was more impressive than the last.
At the time, I didn't doubt its authenticity because even though those magical books that I got from another world weren't used to it, they did enrich my knowledge and were the real deal.
[According to my statistics, in the three months after these oriental martial arts appeared, you worked at least twice as hard and earned a lot of Fate Points. You even took the initiative to ask me for quests to do. You're so hard-working that I'm touched by the heavens. In that case, I've already achieved my goal.]
Astrya paused for a moment before she unhesitatingly told me the hateful truth.
[Yes. From a certain standpoint, I have the same goal as the mobile game industry. If I don't give you some benefits that you can't see but can't touch, you won't be able to win prizes! Those magical books that you can only learn but can't use are just bait for you to eat. Meanwhile, these oriental martial arts that you can't learn but can't touch are just for you to win prizes every month.]
Every time I won prizes, I would see the wheel slip away from my beloved item. The countless times I was disappointed in the wheel transformed into a mysterious flame that burned me to the point where I wanted to vomit blood.
A mysterious grudge kept swirling in my mind. When I thought about how there really was a bastard controlling that damned wheel and teasing me every single time, I really wanted to drag him out and beat him up.
At that moment, I finally understood Cavendish. If there was such a system in your head that was constantly thinking of ways to torment you, it would be inconceivable if you didn't think of ways to drag him out and beat him to death.
"Tsk, Cavendish even calls her his mother. What kind of mother would torment her son like that? Right, Astrya, if Cynthia is the mother of our souls, and you're Cynthia's older sister, then wouldn't you be my aunt …?"
[If you dare to say that word, I'll sing a divine song in your head every single day! Monday and Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, Little Apple, Friday and Friday, Sunday, I'll recite (copied) poems from another world that a certain someone wrote when he was nine years old!]
"I surrender! Please don't bombard me with divine songs or shameless PLAY! I was too stupid back in the day. I didn't understand the language, and my translations didn't even rhyme, so why did I have to copy poems and add some poetic arias? It's bad enough that I was ridiculed by court scholars for being ignorant and incompetent. Please don't make me remember those shameful poetic arias! "
While I spouted nonsense, I was actually quite astonished inside. I was just casually joking, yet Astrya was already jumping up and down. I could sense how the word "aunt" had a powerful destructive effect on unmarried women.
Now that I thought about it, I realized that Astrya's relationship with Astrya was quite real. Did she suddenly have another direct relative?
But when I thought about it, the entire world was created by the Creator Goddess herself. In that case, all living creatures could be considered her children and grandchildren, so it didn't really matter.
[… You're really so open-minded?]
What was incomprehensible was that Astrya's tone seemed to be mysteriously disappointed. Did she really want to have two more nephews? Forget it, I wasn't going to think about it anymore. What a muddled situation.
While I was spouting nonsense with the Goddess, I was also loudly proclaiming the benefits of this mystical martial arts manual. I even casually sent out two sword energies to prove my own power. What surprised even me was that someone actually wanted to buy it!
While everyone else was still hesitating, that dark dwarf didn't say anything else as he took out a bag of soul coins and handed it to me. When he saw that I was still hesitating, he actually handed me another bag.
The moment he received the book from me, he immediately turned around and started running as if someone was chasing him … And then, I saw that Berserker Demon who was trying to sell himself really stumble as he chased after him. Then, several other people started running as well, hoping that I, their first customer, would survive.
"Ah, ptui!"
I retracted my blessing. I had once again underestimated how shameless these residents of the Chaos Abyss could be. I now understood why that dark dwarf had run so quickly. When I opened the second bag, I saw several soul coins with wailing faces on the top, but only ordinary silver coins on the bottom.
"Although the Black Rock Tribe's craftsmanship isn't bad, they lack top-level warriors, and they're surrounded by enemy tribes. Not a single tribe would release their own warrior training methods, so this was a good deal. He didn't even dare to confirm whether the book was real or fake, so he took a gamble when he saw a Sword Saint selling his own martial arts techniques. You didn't lose out, either. At the very least, the first bag of soul coins was real. If it wasn't for the fact that I saw Hakas, I would have thought that you were only here to scam the dwarves out of their money. "
An old Onibaba wearing a black cape walked out from the crowd. She seemed to be of a high power level. At the very least, I couldn't tell which creature was uglier than their physical appearance. At the very least, she was astonishingly ugly.
But judging from how the people around her treated her, she seemed to be someone who kept her word in this market.
"My name is Sarandra Aviska Kadon, Frodin … I mean, Cabern. My apologies, my names are rather difficult to remember. You can call me 'Black Seven.' There's no need for honorifics. No, no, you don't need to tell me your real name. This is only a fake name. There are many Onibaba here, and if you tell them your real name, you'll be cursed. "
The old Onibaba who was talking to herself seemed rather nervous, but she winked at me as if to express her friendliness.
"Even an old man is so sincere, and a young man like you can directly tell me why you're here. What do you want? What do you have? Are you willing to pay the price? "
I chuckled upon hearing this. Although I felt rather disgusted that she secretly cast a charm spell on me right from the start, it was much easier to directly make a deal like this.
I had originally set up this stall in order to attract the attention of the local manager. Now that my target was here, I immediately stood up.
"I'm Roland, my real name. You can try cursing me if you want. As for my target? Let's talk somewhere else. I'm very sincere. "
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